My fingers love to
rest on the face of my electronic shrink. They would dance incessantly in the
tune of my mind's silent music, sometimes, simple and a bit shallow as staccato...
although there were times when i find my self reveling in the vast, unending
beauty of my bible's glorious richness... just staring at it's thin silent
letters soothes me... mysteriously cathartic... constantly panting for Words
which sanctifies flesh... for all fall short of His glory... television is one of world's greatest
invention... funny and soulful characters are fascinating to watch.... My eyes discovered the pleasure in gliding my
hands while holding thin-lined pens, just creating heartly visions of one's
soul's indicative journey... fleeting as it may seem... but worth the purpose.
